EVERY CLOUD..

 Fostering has its many forms.

Once you agree to try for "approval" - a relatively simple and actually quite enjoyable process, you start to learn about the different fostering roles.

I mention this because, after decades in fostering, we decided to accept a request from Blue Sky to take a Parent and Child placement.

We 'd done standard fostering aplenty, done Respite  (where you look after a foster child whose foster parents need a break - maybe for a family wedding or even 6 nights in Malaga to re-charge their batteries).

There's Emergency, when a child needs a roof over their heads pronto.

And variations on the theme.

But for myself and my family, the Gold Standard in fostering I always saw to be Parent and Child.

Not our first sortie, we'd done it way back when it was called Mother and Baby; and that's pretty much what it remains, a young mother and her recently-born baby.

The pair have been with us for 16 weeks and last Thursday a Court sat to decide if the mother could keep her baby. All the many professionals who've been working on their case gave their thoughts and…success!

She can keep her son, but needs to agree to a plan to keep her progress on track. The plan will work the Court said, provided she stays with us, because, they kept saying, we're doing such a good job.

Praise indeed. Much joy and celebration. We now have a new shape to our foster-family and can roll up our sleeves for more challenges and tribulations.

But, have you noticed in life, and definitely in fostering, it's the little things?

Here's our big/little thing (well one of them anyway);

The young mum is great, really loving, devoted and keen to learn. The baby is robust and contented, but …

We'd forgotten what it's like to spend all day in that sort of semi-fug you're in when you were woken up half-a dozen times through nthe night by the most intrusive alarm bell known to nature, namely a crying baby.

We were waking up slowly in bed on the Saturday morning after we heard the good news. Drinking a cup of tea my other half describes as "blue" meaning strong. We've gone back to teapot and loose tea Makes a difference, especially if you want  the kick.

The way night-time works in this case is this; learing to look after the baby is the mum's responsibility, but one of our key duties is to ensure the baby's safetly and emotionalal wellness. We have a brilliant baby monitor that allow usis  to make sure she's getting to her son quickly enough and with the right soothing ways. If he's hungry we monitor the feed, then her technique for calming the baby and helping him back to sleep.  The camera is fixed, pointing to the cot, but we can hear what's going on.

By which time we're wide awake.

Nothing new for us, we've had babies of our own, we know the score, knew we'd have to have some waking nights.

Here's the funny bit, we were propped up in bed waiting for the baby to wake and the mother to get him changed, washed, dressed and ready for breakfast. Something ocurred to me; I said to him (other half, the rock);

"Y'know, they sometimes call it "sleep deprivation" nowadays; but it isn't quite as bad as I remember it.."

"I've noticed that" he replied.

Then he said;

"Give me yer teeth mother, I'll swill 'em".

Me "Eh?"

"It's easier because we're that bit older. Need less sleep as you go along."

He was right. 

Every cloud has a silver lining!

Mind, he still turned over and had another 10 minutes...